Chapter 353

Yan Zhaoge controls his vigorous Qi very finely, making a fist sized hole in the icicle without damaging the surrounding cold ice.

However, from that hole, immediately there is a very strong blood flow from it.

Praise a warrior for his strong Qi and blood and his amazing physique. Sometimes, he will use a sentence of praise to say, "Qi and blood are majestic, like a dragon."

And now in front of Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu is a real dragon.

Although they have already died, only the corpse remains, but the powerful and vigorous Qi and blood power still shows out, frightening the four sides. Yan Zhaoge and his wife seem to be facing a living and powerful life.

You can imagine how amazing the dragon was before he died.

However, although only a small hole has been opened, the sealing effect of the ice column suddenly has a hole, and its effectiveness plummets.

The dragon body in the ice, with scales, seems to move together.

The dragon is dead, and the things of resurrection will not happen.

Yan Zhaoge had been prepared for a long time. The pillars of the temple were suppressed again, and the real dragon's body was restored to peace.

Through the hole, you can see the white, flickering light gold, gushing out a lot of white dragon scales.

It's an ice dragon. Although it's dead, there's still cold air pouring out of it. It's freezing.

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his index finger, and the vigorous Qi at the fingertip gradually turned into a light haze, extending inside along the hole, like a slender lightsaber.

The lightsaber continues to stretch, touching the remains of the ice dragon.

Ah Hu watched Yan Zhaoge do it curiously.

Even though it is a corpse, there is no doubt that the body of the dragon is strong and strong. In particular, this is a complete ice dragon. There is no defect in its appearance. It is integrated and intact.

In this case, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to break the protection of dragon scales with external force. The defense of dragon scales is not joking.

Ah Hu thought to himself, it's a sharp and inferior spirit soldier in his hand. I'm not sure whether he can break the skin and flesh of the dragon body.

However, Yan Zhaoge often can't do what others can't do, which makes ah Hu still have confidence in his own son.

Yan Zhaoge is devoted to the development of the fingertip lightsaber, which extends forward until it comes into contact with the remains of the ice dragon.

He did not savagely attack the dragon body with the lightsaber. At the moment when the lightsaber touched the dragon scale, it turned the hardness into softness, like water, and infiltrated into the dragon body.

Yingying luster, attached to the remains of the ice dragon, continues to flow.

As if stimulated, the dragon body, which had appeared calm and stable under the repression of the colonnade of the shrine, vibrated again.

Yan Zhaoge gazed at all this, and his index finger was shaking with a unique and strange rhythm.

With the shaking of his index finger, the light flow extending from his fingertip is also shaking, trying to integrate with the breath of the ice dragon.

Gradually, the light flow of Yan Zhaoge's fingertips became dim, and became not so dazzling, but vague and chaotic.

With this change, the ice dragon's remains gradually tend to be quiet again.

In the light flow, a faint ice blue liquid can be seen seeping out of the Dragon scales and integrating into the light flow.

A hot and vigorous blood gas came out, but it made Yan Zhaoge and a Hu feel extremely cold and piercing.

The original extremely contradictory phenomenon appears at this moment, but it doesn't seem to be abrupt. Yan Zhaoge and a Hu both look natural.

Ah Hu looked at the ice blue blood melting in the light flow, slightly dull, and grew up with his mouth: "childe, this is dragon blood, pure dragon blood, I've seen it for the first time in my life."

Although the ice dragon has been dead for many years, its flesh and blood are still not rotten, which contains a strong spirit.

As ah Hu said, there is no real dragon in today's eight polar world, but only Jiaolong and Zhuolong belong to it at most.

Even if you can find the true dragon's remains, they are only skeletons at most. Many of them are incomplete and incomplete.

Therefore, such pure dragon blood is really rare to the extreme. In addition to the original master of Bihai City, the holy land of waters, who once harvested a complete water dragon's remains, other people, at most, Hong fuqitian, found a small amount of dragon blood in containers in the remains left by some ancestors before the great destruction.

But such good luck is rare.

Most people in the whole world, including many great masters and even the powerful martial saint, may not have seen real dragon blood in their whole lives.

Through the light flow extending from the fingertips, Yan Zhaoge guides the dragon blood out.

When the ice blue blood touches Yan Zhaoge's fingers, Yan Zhaoge's singer's fingers can't help shaking gently. He feels a chill, and his fingertips are numb for a moment.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, and his face gradually turned red.

In Shaoqing, there is a layer of green air, and the green and red colors are constantly alternating and cycling.

The air mass in the body is like chaos. At this time, it has changed its shape, divided into two parts: fire and ice, interwoven and opposite.

On this basis, it is opposite to the cold and hot dragon blood.

The blood of ice blue continues to spread, covering Yan Zhaoge's fingers, and then continues to extend upward, rolling on Yan Zhaoge's hands and even arms.

Yan Zhaoge's body acupoints and orifices are opened and closed, just like breathing. Between opening and closing, he constantly brings dragon blood into his body, transforms it into essence, and refines and absorbs it.

On top of his head, the column of air is steaming, condensing but not dispersing, just like the smoke of a wolf.

Ah Hu stands by Yan Zhaoge and pays attention to the surrounding situation.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge finished his work. The boiling steam on his head gradually dissipated, and the alternating green and red colors on his face also disappeared. The whole man recovered.

In his eyes, the brilliance is unprecedented bright, but in a flash, it soon becomes warm again, and more introverted than before.

The only abnormal place is Yan Zhaoge's hand, which still flashes light blue at the moment.

Ah Hu looks at Yan Zhaoge and says, "childe, your hand?"

Yan Zhao song laughed: "no harm, the essence of dragon blood has not been thoroughly refined, and it takes some time, except appearance, does not affect other."

"Try it, too."

said, Yan Zhao song continued to extract the essence of dragon blood from the ice dragon's ruin, and then did not turn it into refinery, but instead transferred to tiger.

tiger tiger is careless. It does not change its natural nature. After absorbing the essence of dragon blood, it starts to try to make refinery.

As a result, his steps were too big, and his martial arts were not as comprehensive as the limitless book of Yan Zhaoge. As a result, ah Hu was covered with dragon blood, which reflected a blue light. Although

has gradually absorbed most of the dragon blood essence, it has not caused any other adverse effects, but tiger is still dumb.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him, his mouth slightly twitched: " Fortunately, it's not green. "